Finnegan
I was going to fuck Abigail Kellerman again.
It just felt like a given. I tried so damn hard to ignore that three days ago, I discovered what she felt like, what she tasted like, what she sounded like when she moaned my name with that tart mouth of hers. It was like fighting a losing battle.
My private jet loomed behind me while I watched her step out of the cab. The first I noticed were those brown boot heels she had on.
They wrapped around her foot, the distance between them and the tiny black leather skirt she had on was a mass of endlessly long legs. She was soft all over, an information that regretfully, I knew because I had my mouth on those legs three days ago.
My throat felt so fucking dry. I was parched and she was water, sweet, delicious water, that I shouldn't want. My eyes moved up to her face as she closed the distance between us and caught the bruise on her cheek.
